Yesterday morning, we walked around the block with our neighbor Connie inviting everyone to pray with us for the block . We had had a good turnout before. No one came.
Walked the kids to the park around 7. I asked a wiry black girl if she came there often. She replied, "When there's no shooting we do." We watched two preteens back flip off the swings while brother tight roped across the top of the set.
Kids home, chillin'. 9:30 I go upstairs to change and hear "Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop" and the zoom of a car. Fireworks? No. I run down. Chad's peeking outside. The whole block is running down the street to see the man. Connie comes walking towards the house with blood on her hands, "We couldn't find all the holes. I pressed one, she another. Couldn't see his face. They say he doesn't live here, but was visiting."
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Holly your writing is like prose. Sad content but so well done. It makes me thing about how different daily life is for each one of us kids.
Now try going around the block and see if anyone would like to pray ... the need is more evident just a few hours later...sadly so. It reminds me, Hols, of being in that camion blowing down a totally dark highway in Mozambique. Somebody (there were 30 of us crammed in the back) just started praying with passion. We all joined in for 10 minutes maybe and then fell back to silence, quiet talking. Maybe half an hour later the driver slammed on his brakes, throwing most of us forward into and on top of each other. Our hearts were racing. Found out that a huge old truck filled with cotton bales had broken down in the middle of the highway - no blinkers, just a little bit of reflective tape made the difference between the driver plowing into the back of it and being able to see "something" and step on the well-worn brakes of our own vehicle --- which came to a stop about 6" from the cotton truck's back bumper. We wondered about that spontaneous prayer that had erupted a few miles back - we had mostly prayed in tongues - we may never know til heaven if there was a connection - that a disaster was averted because we were crying out to God. God may have put it on your hearts to go out that day to bring your neighborhood together in unity for the people of that neighborhood and those "just visiting."
Thanks Matt! You made my day!
Mom- I hear you...we live the adventure in God not knowing at times why such and such happened but feeling the breath of his presence in our lives. Connie told me today that we gave that guy a flyer. She connected his image with the one seen earlier in the day. Can you believe?
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